"Ashes?" Isadora jolted back to consciousness. "I'm...what do you mean by ashes?"
"Yes, ashes." The neighborhood crown prince repeated. He needed to let her face reality. "Or you don't mind if I bring you to see what I am talking about?"
As if the reality of his words were tearing up right in front of her another tear swam down her cheeks. "You...please tell me you are joking. Tell, me you are," she said again.
The neighborhood crown prince felt the sadness in her voice and then composed himself to be less annoyed than before. He reminded himself that all he wanted to do was to let this young woman trust him, so he needed to act like he was being sympathetic and motivating. "Princess, so now tell me, are there other objections to stating what your mind truly desires? Let me hear you say how much you want him dead."
